About a year ago, intrigued by Pad’s devotion to the show, I started watching The Walking Dead.
It was already a popular phenomenon, but now it’s possibly the most watched network show in North America. What that says about us, I’m not sure.
The premise of the show: a southern US deputy is shot by a perp during a routine traffic arrest. When he wakes – weeks or months later, it’s not clear – the hospital is under siege. Mostly everyone is dead, there are dead cops and military types everywhere. He wanders out in the street looking for home and eventually finds the world divided into two camps: “normal” survivors like him, and literally, walking dead people who like to attack the survivors. Things go downhill from there. For years.
The walking dead types are non verbal, and have no interest in personal hygiene. They can smell out living people, seemed to like eating them, but they move slow.
It’s violent. It’s gruesome and gory. And now into its 6th season, the show is completely without any hope for the survivors. Imagine almost everyone in Toronto was a zombie, except maybe for a few thousand normal folks. Continue reading